Pure Evil 5: End of Evil

Pure Evil 5: End of Evil

By Sefiru

Pairing: K/V

Warnings: NC-17, yaoi, oral, anal,
BDSM, kink, evil

Disclaimer: I own nothing, all belongs to Kakarott.

Bikki: there will be more
fighting. And more sex.^^

Katonie: fighting crocs in the mud is adorable? class=SpellE>o.O

Moiira: I’ve told the weather not to do that again.
And I sent it to its room.

Admiral ShadowWolf: The only way you can tell I
didn’t delay it on purpose was that I apologized.

Zofo: watching Kakarott makes anyone too hot to think
straight.

ladyshadowdragon: the
cronies are up to no good, of course.

Macha: *passes napkins*

In this chapter: Raditz, Vegeta,
and the moon.

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Chapter 4: Conspiracy and Lime

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     class=SpellE>Raditz hummed cheerfully to himself as he stuffed supplies
into a pack. The Full Moon was coming up, and his brother, the King, had asked
him to make arrangements for the Fourth Fleet orphans. My brother, the King – it still sent shivers down his tail. He
would never have guessed it from the childish oaf he’d first met, with the
power of a three-year-old and all the attitude of an elite. But just a year of
training had made him strong enough to beat Vegeta down, and the next time class=SpellE>Raditz saw him, he was King and the strongest being in the
universe.

      class=GramE>So anyway, the Full Moon. Most parents of young children
were sending them across the portal to Earth or New Namek,
rather than shut them in a windowless room as was traditional. His class=SpellE>chibies were old enough to make the change if they were
supervised, so he was taking them on a camping trip with Gohan’s
clan and their younger siblings.

      And then there
was the other little matter that his brother had asked him to investigate. That
was easy to take care of; since he was one of the targets of this little plot,
all he had to do was show his face in public and the conspirators would come to
him. He made his way to the village store, which was crowded with class=SpellE>Saiyans buying festival pastries. He expected to wait his
turn like anyone else, but he was royalty now: the crowd practically shoved him
to the front of the line, and the shopkeeper refused to take his money. He
insisted on giving something in return and ended up kissing her; she giggled
and smacked him. Women, what did he know? Besides his mother, the closest he’d
come to knowing a woman was Zarbon, and no sane
person would touch that thing with a ten-foot pole (though he had his
suspicions about Nappa).

      But that was
beside the point. As he walked out of the shop with his bag full of bread, an
older-looking Saiyan matched his pace. “Greetings,
Prince Raditz.”

      class=GramE>“Morning.” He only recognized this lady from the spy files
he’d made up; she used to work for the palace exchequer. The name escaped him,
as she wasn’t really anyone notable.

      “I hope your
younger brother is well.”

      “Yeah, he’s
fine.” Raditz slung the bread over his shoulder and
delivered his straight line: “Why do you ask?”

       “The Full Moon
is coming,” the lady said. Wait, she was just going to tell him? Amateur. “I note that the King
has arranged to be private on that night; some are worried that he will
encounter some difficulty.”

        “What do you
mean?” he prodded.

        “All class=SpellE>Vegetasei knows of the King’s, hm,
delayed maturity. As his older brother, I urge you to take steps to ensure his
safety.”

        “Huh. I’ll
keep that in mind.” For about two seconds. He strolled away and then took to
the air; as he flew he mulled over the conversation for his report.

       This had never
come easily to him; he didn’t think in words most of the time, so he had to
translate as he went. Item one: the suggestion that he should be upset that his
younger brother was stronger than him. That was bullshit; age didn’t have
anything to do with it, and family was family. Frieza
had taken that away from him, Kakarott had given it back, and he was not going
to screw it up a second time.

       Item two: they
thought Kakarott was a few bottles short of a case. He’d heard that one before.

      Item three: they
thought Kakarott would lose control of himself as an Oozaru
like kids did. That would have been a good point, except that all that
childishness was an act that Kakarott put on to keep from scaring the humans.
And besides, he’d already been through a Vegetasei
full moon without any trouble.

      class=SpellE>Raditz shrugged; this little conspiracy was more annoying
than dangerous, as far as he could tell. They were the old King’s butt-kissers
and wanted their cushy positions back, which wasn’t going to happen with the
current state of the planet. And it wasn’t like the King was abusing his power
by changing the planet’s name to “Kakarottosei” or
something. If he tried that, Raditz would have to
smack him upside the head for his own good.

***

     I stalk through
the hallways of the old colony ship, mentally checking off one more class=GramE>item on the list of preparations. This ship is being used as
a hospital; Oozaru tend to get a little rough, so the
medics are all ready for the morning after. I’ve delivered some class=SpellE>senzu to them, just in case.

     I’m still amazed
that we never had any trouble when the First Fleet was on Earth, where the full
moon comes every four weeks instead of four years; every full moon night that
the colony was there, the sky was heavily overcast. I suspect class=SpellE>Dende was meddling. Not that I blame him, since human
houses aren’t built to take the occasional rampage. The buildings going up here
are sturdy, and the full moon is rare enough to make a festival out of it. I’m
just making sure it runs smoothly.

     It’s also the
perfect excuse to stick my nose into everything to look for conspirators. There
are none here; as Frieza used to sneer, “Medics are
loyal only to their patients.” Having been a patient a few times, it sounds
like a good idea to me. As for the plot, I have a guess who
is behind it and why: namely, my father and his status-grabbing cronies. When I
exit the ship’s hatch on the way to my next errand, my old man is waiting for
me. He must think he has a better chance of convincing me in person.

      class=GramE>“Greetings, my son.” He’s going for congenial, but comes
across as smarmy.

      “What do you
want?” I answer.

      “With the full
moon festival approaching, I wish to speak with you on the grand tradition of
our family name.”

     He must be
getting coached, he almost sounds civil. We’ll see how long that lasts. class=GramE>“Grand tradition? You sold a five-year-old to your
conqueror, you let the use of infant purging soldiers continue despite the
damage it caused our people, and in the final battle you sneaked away to save
your own hide. That grand tradition? I’ll pass.” He’s
red in the face, so I add something that’s guaranteed to rile him. “Still, it’s
not all bad. Without your meddling I never would have met Kakarott.”

      He puffs up like
a scarlet frog in reaction. “That third-class upstart!
You shame our name when you crawl at his feet like a common harlot.”

      I smirk. “I’m
far from common, old man. Only Kakarott ever found the way into my heart.”

      “He chains you
like an unruly dog,” the old man rants on. “He whips you until the blood runs!
I know those marks when I see them.” I consider telling him that both the
collar and the whip (and the ki restraints, which he doesn’t know about) are
all my idea and my gifts to Kakarott. But before I can get a word in edgewise,
he says something that knocks my train of thought off its wheels. “Does that
creature ever treat you as more than a plaything? Does he ever allow you to
bind him and flog the skin off his back?”

      Memory –
Kakarott, limbs stretched out by chains, his head thrown back in a transport of
ecstasy. He commanded me to chain him, set the whip in my hand, class=GramE>trusted me with his life, with his pride, with everything.
My eyes grow distant and a faint smile tugs at my lip. “Yes. Yes, he does.”

      I raise my ki
and kick off from the ground, leaving the old man dumbfounded below me. The
reminiscence has brought with it the urge to be close to my mate. I find him at
his map table with his endless notebooks; he lifts his gaze as I enter, but he
seems to sense that words are unnecessary. I drop to the floor beside his
chair, and when I see that he’s barefoot, I can’t resist; I bend down and lick
him from ankle to toe. His unique flavor fills my body and warms it with
pleasure. I purr, and lick again.

     The class=GramE>stresses of the day drop away and the conversation with my father
fades to unimportance. Nothing can be as fascinating as the skin on
Kakarott’s feet. The hardened edges of his calluses. class=GramE>the creases across his toe joints. The
soft underside of the arches. He glances down at me with a smile. “It’s
a shame I have to get this work done by tomorrow. Tell you what: if you can
distract me, I’ll stop and take a break.”

      Now that’s a
challenge I can get behind. I nuzzle his shin and get back to work.

***

Mmmclass=GramE>, feet.

I used the once-in-four-years full moon thing because (a)
otherwise I wouldn’t have a plot hook for this chapter and (b) in the class=SpellE>Tuffle’s backstory it sounds like
they were fighting the Saiyans for quite a while
before the full moon appeared.

If you’d like an explanation (with pictures) of how I think
it’s possible for Vegetasei to have a full moon every
four years, check out my blog at style='mso-bidi-font-weight:normal'>sefiru.wordpress.com .

Next chapter: Full moon lemon.